Sick Baby :(

Teddy Bear was throwing up from 9PM to 1:30PM tonight (this morning, whatever). I felt helpless. Babe went out and got medicine, but the little guy kept going….every 15 minutes.

We tried to contact the M-Word…cause although she says they are on her insurance now we have never actually seen the cards and we wanted to go armed to the E-Room with more than, “I dunno.” However, we haven’t heard from her in a week and half so we know how well our calls were received, as in they weren’t. If she called us at 12 and then 1 AM, I think we would answer, even if she didn’t have the kids. We would know it was important.
Well, we were giving him the medicine every 15 minutes (as the instructions said). We also gave him a little water, cause even good tasting medicine still tastes like medicine.

Well, since we weren’t sure about the insurance (forget love, we should get married just so I can get the boys on my insurance), we decided to call the E-Room to make sure we were not jumping the gun. And you know what…it turns out that when a kid it throwing up you’re not supposed to give them liquids. Oops…we’ll know next time I guess.

Every time we were letting him have water to wash the meds down…it came back up.

Again…Woops

He is sleeping now, but he is talking in his sleep, so I know he still doesn’t feel yummy.

10 things I am thankful for:

1.    Falling in love

2.    My pseudo family

3.    The rest of my family

4.    My wonderful friends

5.    My dog Gracie

6.    My pseudo inlaws telling me how much better I am then their most recent daughter inlaw

7.    Happy holiday memories

8.    Life throwing me curves

9.    Insomnia (it’s the only way to get anything done)

10. Waking up this morning to the beautiful, cool, sunshiny day that it was.

I like my worst enemy.

On April 8, 2002, my best friend, Red, married Venezuelan Punk Star.  Their marriage wasn’t exactly a happy one.  They loved each other for a while, but then it just seemed to teeter off.  They weren’t unhappy, just not HAPPY HAPPY.

Red and I were friends with Heartbreaker for a long time; in fact she caught the bouquet at Red and VPS’s wedding.  As Red and VPS grew further apart, Heartbreaker and VPS grew closer.  First bonding over their unhappy relationships and then becoming good friends.

Obviously, even though Red did not love VPS anymore, her friend’s growing friendship with her husband bothered her.  Knowing this VPS and Heartbreaker agreed to spend less time together.  Then one night, Red came home to VPS and Heartbreaker sitting up chatting after a friendly get-together.  The only problem was that it was now 4:30 AM.  Admittedly, they were not doing anything wrong, but it was still a slap in the face to Red.

She moved out.

A couple of times Heartbreaker tried to talk to me about “what if”, meaning what would happen if her and VPS got together.  I told her that if she wanted to remain my friend then she would keep it a secret from me.  My friend dating an “important EX” would be my worst nightmare.  I mean, at least there would have to be years in between.  It feels like your friend steeling your memories.  Red and VPS were happy once and they had all of those little cute things and now her friend was thinking of having all of those little cute things too.

Well, of course, VPS and Heartbreaker started dating.  I hated them for it.  It just feels so wrong.  I could never think of my friend’s husband in that way, Divorced or Not.  My friends are like family and it just feels very incestual to me.

Well it has been about 3 years now.  My sister became closer friends with Heartbreaker, because her fiancé and VPS are close friends.  I have always missed Heartbreaker, as we were really good friends and recently I have been forced to choose between my convictions (hating her) and seeing my sister under pleasant circumstances.

I still like her and I want to be friends.  Red lives very far away and we are still and will always remain best friends.  I am just so afraid that if I openly rekindle Heartbreakers and my friendship, Red will be crushed.  I don’t want her to think that I am abandoning her.  I hate this situation!

I love my Red…

Officially Official

Sugar asked me if he could call me mom, tonight.  It was just me, him and Teddy Bear, watching National Treasure.  Then he popped out with “Since Dad is Dad and you are the other one can I call you Mom?”

As you may have read, he has done it before but it was always when he wanted something or when he was describing me to someone else as in “that’s my ___”.  But never specific and most of the time just a reaction.

This usually only happened when other kids were around their moms and I just figured it was ‘cause he was uncomfortable that his wasn’t around.  I mean let’s face it kids do not usually end up with their father’s, so all the other kids at the park are usually with their moms.

All of this has kinda been happening over the past two months.  The first time he even slightly uttered the word in my direction was September 19^th.  I love my boys; Teddy Bear excepted me a lot sooner, so I guess this mile marker is special.  Teddy Bear needed a Mommy, but Sugar never seemed to; so I know that he wants me to be his mommy.

That makes me feel very special.